Marineford's Logistics Blacksmith Chapter 182: The Celestial Dragons Come in Force

This ti, when the Warhamr set sail, Hamr deliberately didn't choose the Calm Belt route, since he had bodyguards with him, he headed straight for the Grand Line instead. His plan was to wander around the first half for a bit, then go to Punk Hazard.

In Hamr's words: Why waste free bodyguards?

Sure enough, if any enemies showed up, he'd just toss them all to Momonga and Yamakaji.

"Tch, feels like there are even more pirates lately."

"We've only been out a few days, how many is this now?"

Momonga coldly wiped down the Tang Dao in his hand.

Yamakaji, anwhile, still wore his usual gentle smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes as he watched another pirate ship sink beneath the waves.

They'd run into plenty of pirates so far, and every single pirate ship was sunk, with no exceptions. If they could capture any, they did; if not, they were sent to the deep.

"Hey, good work, Momonga, Yamakaji!"

"Hahahaha!"

The two killing machines imdiately showed a hint of helplessness at the cheerful voice.

They turned to see Hamr standing at the prow of the Warhamr.

"Hey, Hamr, you could've gone to Punk Hazard through the Calm Belt, you know. Why'd you have to pick the Grand Line? Sothing wrong with your head?"

Momonga's complaints bounced right off Hamr.

"The Calm Belt's boring! I didn't want you two getting restless, much better to cruise the Grand Line and enjoy the scenery, right?"

"Here, those old swords of yours must be worn out. Try these."

He tossed them each a blade.

Momonga and Yamakaji's eyes lit up imdiately, and they leapt up and caught them midair.

They felt the weight, heavy and perfectly balanced.

Using Geppo, they landed on the Warhamr's deck, and Momonga impatiently drew his new sword.

Shing!

"Good blade!"

The polished steel glead under the sun, and a flicker of genuine excitent crossed Momonga's cold face.

But a second later, he carefully slid it back into its sheath and turned to look at Yamakaji instead.

"Huh? Momonga, why are you looking at instead of your sword?"

"Mm… I think… monts like this, you should go first, Yamakaji."

Hamr burst out laughing. he knew exactly what Momonga was worried about. After all, Hamr's weapons were never cheap, if it wasn't a hundred million Berries, it was two hundred million. Momonga didn't want any extra debts!

Yamakaji shot him a look, then drew his blade anyway.

"Good blade!"

Even this ever-smiling gentleman couldn't hide his excitent when he saw it up close.

"It's a Yanling Dao, a cold weapon, a traditional blade from my hotown. The blade's straight, the tip curves slightly, there's a false edge, looks like a wild goose feather, hence the na."

"I made these recently, forged from high-purity wrought iron."

Hamr thought to himself: 'Should've grabbed more from Dressrosa when I had the chance.'

Yes, this high-purity wrought iron ca straight from Dressrosa. He'd only managed to grab a bit last ti, so he forged just two Yanling Dao.

The Yanling Dao was a single-handed blade, perfectly inheriting the properties of the source tal. Hardness increased by 50%, and sharpness increased by 50%.

"Hamr, this one's for ?"

Yamakaji tested the balance happily.

"Of course! I'm not like so glowing Buddha statue, I'm generous to my own people!"

Sengoku: 'There it is again, dragging into it!'

Momonga, seeing that Yamakaji's blade didn't explode or demand paynt, finally dared to draw his own.

Sure enough, the polished blade with a blood groove looked exquisite.

It was heavier than his tang dao, but perfectly balanced in the hand.

Hamr had customized the size for Marines, lengthened the original 1.2m blade to 1.5m overall. Blade length 1.2m, width 5cm, thickest point about 3cm, refined yet deadly.

"Don't go spreading the word! I only had enough wrought iron for these two blades. If people start lining up for more, I'll smash you both myself!"

Hamr was very wary of the HQ crowd; they all wanted to squeeze so perks out of him.

"Relax! I, Momonga, keep my mouth sealed. Worst case, I won't even co back to HQ for a while! And if I do, I won't bring the sword!"

Momonga was already entranced, spinning the Yanling Dao in the air.

Yamakaji was the sa, nodding earnestly, promising not to blab.

Hamr finally nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright then, full speed ahead. Once we reach Punk Hazard, I'll need you two to run an errand for ."

Momonga and Yamakaji exchanged looks and nodded.

Both warships accelerated, heading straight for Punk Hazard.

.....

Marine Headquarters

Marineford was unusually quiet that day. Fleet Admiral Kong, Admiral Sengoku, and Vice Admiral Tsuru were already waiting at the port.

The reason was simple: the Celestial Dragons were visiting HQ.

Kong had no choice but to be cautious; these people were the ultimate troublemakers.

"They're here…"

Sengoku watched the approaching World Governnt ship, face stiff with tension.

Once the ship docked, the first to disembark were three masked CP0 agents in white suits.

"Fleet Admiral Kong, the Celestial Dragons have arrived."

After speaking, they stepped aside to await their masters.

"My god, have we ever had this many Celestial Dragons at HQ???"

What happened next nearly shattered Sengoku's worldview.

One by one, nine Celestial Dragons disembarked.

Their distinctive clothes and glass bubble helts made Sengoku's heart leap into his throat.

"Honored Guest, welco to Marineford."

Kong forced a deep breath and stepped forward to greet them.

The leading Celestial Dragon waved him off dismissively.

"Where's Master Ornn? He hasn't co to Mary Geoise in quite so ti."

"I do miss him, you know."

Kong felt his stomach twist into a knot.

This man was none other than Saint Ethanbaron V. Ori, and his expression looked very unpleasant.

Behind him were the sa people obsessed with Hamr's creations, Saint Roswald, Saint Charloss… they were all here.

Even rarer, there were two female Celestial Dragons in the group.

"Saint Ori, please forgive us, shall we move to the conference room first?"

"Mm…"

Ori didn't make things too difficult; the group walked straight into Marine HQ.

Along the way, the Celestial Dragons started complaining aloud:

"Honestly, a re Navy dares to boss Master Ornn around? We should just take him back to Mary Geoise, where he belongs!"

"Saint Pulminger is right! I support that!"

They didn't care one bit if the high-ranking Marines liked what they heard; they just said whatever they pleased.

Each word made Kong, Sengoku, and Tsuru's faces darker and darker.

Ethanbaron V. Ori watched it all, saying nothing, but the mockery in his eyes grew ever more obvious.